For a second, the entire world paused. I stumbled but Aiden caught me, turning me so I could lock eyes with him.
This was it. The moment of truth.
“I hate how your eyes turn amber when you cry,” He reached out, brushing my cheek.
I suddenly realized I’d been crying, and a few stray tears were on the tip of his fingers now.
“My eyes aren’t amber, they’re blue.” I admitted, my heart still pounding in my chest.
“No, they’re not.” Aiden said, as if he was debating about his own name. “Initially, I thought it was blue too, but the longer I stared, the hue kept changing,”
Our eyes remained locked but he didn’t miss a beat, “and when I looked closer,” he leaned, “I realised they were actually hazel.”
My breath hitched. “And I hate how it flickers when you’re sad, I hate how it dims wh
